By the end of the night, it felt like giant blisters had formed on the soles of my feet. This was the extent of my pain and discomfort. And no, I am not exaggerating. (I do not indulge in hyperbole like laywer boy. heehee) Took pre-emptive measures against any hint of a possible hangover and popped a vitamin C pill before collapsing beneath the covers.
Was kinda disappointed that I didn't get to watch old school cartoons on Kid's Central this morning, like I had planned to before the decision to go out last night. Looney Tunes! Care Bears! Smurfs! Sob! (For the sake of the daft ones, no, that last one isn't a cartoon named after a cuss word)
Had an urge to bake brownies today. It's amazing how I mustered up the energy, but I did. And as I stirred the melted chocolate, the delicious aroma led me to believe that this was what Willy Wonka's chocolate factory would probably smell like.
What I love about baking is the sense of accomplishment you get when you pull a perfect cake/cookie out of the oven. And next is the feel-good factor of giving them to your loved ones. Plus, you get to lick the spoon.
Nirvana - Come As You Are